Her voice lead him out of this good-natured type of melancholy, and only blinking, slowly, to clear his sight, Clint realized that he had been close to dozing off actually, even while he was still completely lost in memory and satisfaction. Well, yeah, it had been a long day.

Natasha looked just as tired, so he delayed all the kind of things he could have told her about the house, the village, the island, to another time and lead the way back inside with a knowing smile.

"I'll do a quick check up of the alarm system. Feel free to crash in the meantime."

He just stopped shortly by the broad bed to take the cover off and shook his head with a grin when he spotted the chocolate pralines on each pillow pile. Baci, these were called, the Italian word for kiss, and especially prepared in hotels for young couples as a welcome present. Obviously he hadn't been awfully discreet about not arriving alone in his e-mail.

"Just a fair warning, I give them two weeks before they want to prepare our wedding out in the village."